More than Just a Trophy Wife

29.

Yolanda POV

The drive to dabawos place was awkward and that's just to say the least, I do not regret what happened but I feel like I just committed the worst sin ever... I feel like I betrayed my marriage just like Mazwi did like I am no different from him and I know we divorcing but still the divorce papers haven't even been signed yet and already I have jumped in another mans sheets.

Nkosi kept on stealing glances of me uncomfortably as I held my gaze on the road.

"You okay?" he finally pushes himself to ask.

I nod flashing him a faint smile.

"I'm sorry if yo-

" Nkosi dont be... You didn't rape me I gave you permission" I interjected

"still... I should've waited till you were ready and I'm sorry"

"It's not that I wasn't ready or I have any regrets... It's just that I haven't slept with any other man in years so all this is new to me but trust me I don't regret anything I enjoyed every minute of what we had"

He exhales in relief. "so... No regrets?"

I shake my head. "No regrets" I affirmed looking at him.

He flashed me a smile looking relieved, I returned the smile with a faint smile as he took a turn in dabawos street. We came to a halt infront of the gate.

"I will call you later or you can text me when you are available to talk" he says looking at me.

"it's fine I will text"

"we good... right?" he asks searching for the answer in my eyes as he tilted his hed.

"we good... I just think I will need some space for now until I'm done with the whole divorce thing"

He sighs dropping his hands on his lap in defeat. "you pushing me away"

"Nkosi I'm not"

"No you are, what are you so scared off?"

"are you really asking me that question? I am divorcing a man who told me the exact things you telling me now and you expect me to believe that you want to love me?"

"You can not compare me with that thing you call a man I'm nothing like him" he snaps

"oh well I don't see the difference at all... You know what just leave me alone, I am really tired of men with their lies and deceit... I don't need this right now"

I opened the car door and banged the door. I heard him calling out my name as I walked away but I ignored him making my way to the gate.

I heard his car wheels screetch as he drove off while I made my way inside the house, I couldn't even fight back the tears. Mazwi ruined me, I don't even think I will ever be able to trust a man or even find love... What's the point anyway this generation of men doesn't even know what love is they just throw the word around because they can but when it comes to putting the word into action they fail dismally.

I wiped my tears before ringing the door bell. It didn't take long before mama Ndzambe opened the door with her ever so warm smile.

"hello ma"

"hello... Have you been crying" she asks with a concerned look on her face.

"No, I think I'm coming down with a flu that's all" I lie walking past her.

I walked in and found Yamkela sitting sitting in the living room watching some Real Housewives of Johannesburg over some popcorns.

She turned as soon as she heard my footsteps and jumped up smiling.